The World Hardly Cares For Trivial Things. Poem by Masidur Rahaman

The leaf I was talking about has fallen.
Soil hugs him to eternal rest.
The rain has stopped falling.
The urge to explore the unknown has gone dry.


I thought, world's movement will be disrupted.
I have been proved wrong.
Trivial things cause no change.
The fallen leaf and the departed rain will take the centre stage of men's forgetfulness.


I will never plant trees.
Discharge of a single leaf stabs my heart to complete numbness.
I will not sit outside on the chair to explore the unknown.
The world hardly cares for trivial things.